“Women are designed to birth babies. You are certainly impressive, but I know I’m built to take it.” I reach for his length. “But why not try something else first?”
For being as hard as it is, it’s shockingly soft, the skin feeling like a smooth feather. He’s so large, my fingers don’t meet around the base, which is intimidating, to say the least.
His eyes blaze with heat and pent-up desire. I feel my arousal spike again, but try to ignore it, focusing on him.
“Will you show me how you like to be pleased?”
A rush of breath washes across my chest as he exhales. “Gladly.” His hand closes around mine, and he sits back on his heels, pulling me forward. “Let me show you how to put that petulant mouth to work.”
The skin of his cock head looks tight and shiny. There’s a milky pearl of seed at the slit, and despite my trepidation, I’m wildly excited by the notion that he’s so turned on by me.
Underneath his imposing member is a set of balls that look full and heavy. The size of duck eggs. I get into a more comfortable position, seating my butt on my calves for the lesson Grixis is about to give me.
“You look scared.”
“I am.”
He frowns.
“It’s just that I worry I won’t do a good job.”
“Just the heat of your mouth on my cock alone will be divine.”
Because he’s so long, I grip his shaft with both my hands. He hisses with pleasurable sounds, his fingers digging into my scalp.
I bring my tongue to his slit and lap at his milky seed, which tastes salty and heady. Oddly, I want to make him leak more. I’m hungry for him.
“Your mouth is so soft…”he groans.
It’s then that I remember his tongue. It’s not soft like mine. Instead, it’s firm with a slight texture.
I work my mouth along his shaft, exploring the intricacies of his flesh. His ridge just below the head is prominent, giving way to a thick head. My core clenches at the thought of its intrusion.
He takes one of my hands and brings it underneath, to his hanging sac. It’s firm, warm, and fleshy in my hands. As I roll it around my palm, I look up to see his reaction.
He throws his head back as throaty gasps unleash from his gut.
“I will make you mine…”
I want to be his so badly. In every way I can be.
But not until I’ve experienced him like this.
I take him into my mouth, working my way past his bulbous head. He shifts with urgency, making frustrated sounds. I can tell he’s restraining himself.
I spend a long time sucking, enjoying the drips of his seed, and when he can no longer hold back, he urges me further down his member.
What I can’t reach, my hand works, pumping as I plant wet sucks to the demanding giant, and to my surprise, after very little effort, he curls forward against me as a great spasm rushes his length.
Then, I’m filled. Hot, sticky seed that seems endless as it sprays my throat.
His body goes rigid, finally relaxing after he’s delivered the last drop.
“My…Elena…”he moans, his hands massaging my bare shoulders.
What I cannot swallow leaks from my mouth, dripping to the cave floor.
Inwardly, I bloom, feeling as though I’ve somehow overcome yet another trial of this cruel land.